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The night before the first day of school had played out just about as well as Lance could have expected. It wasn't as if things were really that outta the ordinary from every other day that summer. Skate with the gang, hang out with the twins and Artie, swing by the Saints - maybe tag a couple of walls and then head off to work at the family's pizzeria where he would take an absurd amount of time closing up with a one JK Moore. The usual.
At least that's how the day had begun and, in all honestly, started to end.
After a quick closing session between him and JK transpired, resulting in her taking off at near break neck speeds after a text rang out from her phone, Lance locked Paulie's up for the night and began his journey home. The whole way there he was thinking back to his sexual encounters with JK at the shop. She had offhandedly mentioned that high school hell was picking back up the tomorrow - which normally would offer little to no comfort to most students. The same couldn't be said for Lance Constantine. He relished in the change of scenery, preferring to spend as little time within his family home as possible.
Once he stepped through the front door's threshold he was greeted by angry shouts and things being thrown. Rolling his eyes he wondered what it had been this time to set the old man off. Not realizing that it could have been him this time. Though hindsight is 20/20 and there is a part of him that should have seen it coming, now that he has time to reflect on it. His father had stormed through the house on a warpath directly to his son who was still at the front door, shrugging off his backpack carrying his daily essentials.
"Hey dad what's-" though the words didn't seem to get very far, cause in that moment a clenched fist was swung at him, making contact. Stumbling back into the door with such force, Lance wondered if there was a dent in it. "The fuck you think you're doing?!" The harshness that laced his father's voice hit him along with the heavy stench of scotch. It would be the third time something from his father hit him that night.
"What! did you think I wouldn't find out?! That I wouldn't piece together that my own fucking son joined up with a gang? A bunch of burnout losers!?" His verbal berating of his son seemed to only encourage his rage instead of alleviating it. Glancing around as he was literally cornered Lance couldn't place any of his siblings.
They must be out for the night. Maybe Vivian took them out to dinner...
His thoughts were interrupted by the third heavy contact from his dad, causing Lance to double over and clutch his side. It didn't hurt as bad as the one to the face, but it would definitely leave a bruise there for the guys to see in gym. "No son of mine is going to strive to be a fuck up! You will not be a part of this, this wannabe biker gang and you will not fuck up your brother's senior year! Got it?"
Ah, so that's what it all boiled down to. Fucking things up for Artie. The golden child. Their dad's ticket outta his shitty mess of a life.
Lance continued to stand there while his dad began to wind down from his rush. It was almost like he had forgotten what just transpired. Like he forgot Lance was even there. Which suited hi just fine in all honesty. After his dad finally stumbled to his own bedroom and presumably passed out, Lance got to work in picking up all the pieces of random broken objects from the kitchen his wonderful father had left for him. Once the cleaning was done and it looked like nothing happened, he was satisfied, climbing the stairs two at a time before going to shower and then passing out himself. However, before actually succumbing to the sandman, Lance made sure to set an alarm early enough to get the hell outta the house before anyone woke up, shooting a text to JK to pick him up in front of Paulie's in the morning.
No sense in worrying everyone for nothing...
